Of Shadows and Chains

a religion
in and of itself,
politics transforms,
but with no
spiritual wealth
– it is the religion
of power,
playing games with
the mind,
swaying your will,
with words,
towards the
keepers of
time.

We’ve played
politics with religion
since it’s
inception,
turning the path
to heaven
into a
game of thrones,– and knowinghow to play,I’ll keep yousenselessas I shredyour heartand ask you,for it,to atone.

Let us
be fully aware,
when playing
the game,
for what, for why,
and for in who’s name
we submit,
making sure
that we
are at peace
in our heart
and are
not only ok,
but totally down
with it.

For in praise
and humility
we can slip
through the shackles,
– the noose
grows tighter
as the ego
blows up –
yes in praise
and humility
our spirits
can raise,
let us not waste
this power
on shadows
in chains.

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I am a King without a Kingdom, in a world with many masters, wrapped in the spoils of a jealous heart, and my people’s callous laughter. Trudging through a battlefield of broken dreams and compromise, indecision, my weapon of choice, serves me well in ‘getting by.’ The chair, from which I rule on high, demands the virtue of the Gods, and so I keep well hidden my humanity that hems and haws. Still, my name, although unknown, swells with the pride in which it rocks, as my spine curves from the weight of a kingdom existent in thought.
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I am a King without a Kingdom, in a world with many masters, wrapped in the spoils of a jealous heart, and my people’s callous laughter. Trudging through a battlefield of broken dreams and compromise, indecision, my weapon of choice, serves me well in ‘getting by.’ The chair, from which I rule on high, demands the virtue of the Gods, and so I keep well hidden my humanity that hems and haws. Still, my name, although unknown, swells with the pride in which it rocks, as my spine curves from the weight of a kingdom existent in thought.